No Me Coman – The Tide
Salvation Records (label)
01 November 2019 (released)
Translated as ‘Don’t eat me’ Swiss–based Colombian>Argentinian>Catalan combo No Me Coman channel more than a spliff-whiff of Welsh wizards Super Furry Animals’ placid-fried ben-e-violent trip-traipsing (especially on ‘Down the rabbit hole’), creating a perfect blend of techno-illogical terror-torialism, rewired rock and roll tropes and ferocious freakbeating.
‘The Waves Are Back’ is a damning disaster diatribe allied to the pernicious populism creeping across the planet. As orchestrated fear ebbs and flows, and optimism quashed this is a siren’s warning of fascism’s dawning: ‘You’d better watch your mouth, son’ an ominous heed to curb free speech. But, wait … reinforcements are on the way.
‘Insurrection Army’ is a call to arms, a duty to shooty, an all-guns blazing standoff. A relentless glamshackle raid on the sense(less) string-pullers and Machiavellian manipulators that purport to ‘lead’ us yet simply bleed us dry. Resistance starts with persistence. Unfollow the leaders, unity is strength.
The thrash-up ‘Won’t forgive nor forget’ is a blitz-in outstrumental, all rave-throbbing pulse and haywired head-wrecking.What you give is what you get.
The Hawkwind-like motorik-rok ‘Down the Rabbit Hole’ is as labyrinthine and mazy as the title suggests. Feed your head, the best will follow. ‘Coche Bomba’ (Car bomb’) is an auto-destruction mechanical breakdown blow-up, an adrenaline-fuelled climax.
Like fellow-fuzz merchants Déjà Vega, No Me Coman drag you on a journey into sound, immerse you in spheres of all-ears, a bubble of noise rubble.
Anger is a synergy for these shamanic beat screechers. A seven-song strong sonic assault and battery on the hyper-sensory self.